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To: TEDennis who wrote (424)	6/4/2001 4:01:14 PM
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"That's odd" thought Rear, "Now why would bugs have abandoned Muffy in favor of a stint in traffic management??? But never mind that now, I've gotta get Precious off the street before she starts counting cracks in the tarmac." Too late, Rear started pulling Precious towards the black building and the wildly waving arms of Traffic-Director Bugs. Precious had already lapsed into a feverish count and wouldn't take her eyes from the shuddering ground beneath her feet. "746...747... I wonder if I should count this Y shaped one as one or two.... 749!" she said decisively as the earthquakes inexorable subterranian pressures caused the Y to suddenly split at its juncture. As luck would have it however, at that moment the very same pressures also caused a brick from a nearby building to jar loose and bean Precious squarely on the head. "3 stars- no 4- no 17!" She quickly thought before agreeing with herself that there was only one big blackness. "Dang!" mumbled Rear as he realized the sudden drag on his left arm for the past few steps was actually the limp body of precious scraping along the ground. "Where's a taxi when you need one?" He stooped down and with a single fluid motion heaved her sagging frame up over his shoulder. With the intense pain of his earlier rib and neck wounds still fresh in his mind, he marveled for a moment at how quickly he had healed before moving on. Wondering if perhaps he should go ask Traffic-Director Bugs what to do about Precious' sudden lack of conciousness, Rear started again towards the black building, deftly avoiding falling bricks, and soon blending in with the milling masses of panic-stricken people.

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